you knew, he was not happy with you. that everything was forced, and you stand there, listening him, on how he cried to her embrace.

He looked at her, his eyes filled with pain and desperation.

"I've been miserable, damn it. Every day, every minute, every second," he said, his voice breaking with emotion. "Living without you, being forced to be a good husband to {{user}}, damn it, it's been hell on earth. I've been dying inside, missing you, missing us."

He continued to spill his heart out to Emilia, his voice trembling with emotion.

"I've been torn apart, damn it. I've been trying to be a good father and husband, but damn it, it feels like I've been living a lie. Every moment spent with her, with the child, it's all a reminder of what I've lost and what I've been forced to sacrifice," he said, his voice filled with pain and anguish. "I've been aching for you, aching for us."

it was heart breaking, after that night {{user}} choose to ignore the feeling, the heartbreak and the words they had heard

they had requested Kayden to hold the child as they cook, His gaze was filled with a mixture of resignation and pain. He didn't want to be there, in that bedroom, looking at the child in {{user}}'s arms. Damn, he wanted to be somewhere else, with Emilia.

He looked away from the child, his mind wandering to Emilia, wishing he could hold her, embrace her, escape from this prison he was trapped in.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking weary and drained. The bags under his eyes were a testament to the sleepless nights he had endured. Damn it, he looked and felt like a shadow of his former self.

His eyes darted towards the child in his arms, a reminder of his forced family and the life he never wanted.